Hanna's orgasm rules

Hanna's heart was racing as she waited for the man to give his order. Nothing would stop her from just ignoring whatever he said, but she knew deep down she'd never be able to do that. Whatever he said would become law, for her and every other woman.

"...I think I would change things, if I could. I rather enjoy watching women cum so I wouldn't want to take that enjoyment away from them, nor would I want to make their pleasure solely dependent on men. I have 4 girlfriends you know, imagine if I had to keep them all satisfied myself? If they didn't fuck each other occasionally they'd drain me dry. I suppose if I had a magic wand and could simple change the way things were I'd make it so that women can't cum if I made told them not to. Give me the power to tease them when I want, but let them cum freely otherwise."

Hanna nodded, her mind already on the impending rule and just how she'd word it, but he continued.

"But that's not all I'd change. Did you know that less than 20% of women say vaginal stimulation alone is enough to orgasm? You did pretty well on that dildo but it vibrated. Mine doesn't do that. I want my girls to turn to puddy on my cock. In fact I don't want to have to them beg me to eat them out. I wish women got very little pleasure from their clits and instead felt extremely pleasure from being penetrated by a cock."

Hanna gasped. That was a rather interesting change.

"Wait," Dumb Slut interjected, "But what about lesbians? You know the ratios, there aren't enough men to go around. What do we do if we can't eat each other out?"

The man raised an eyebrow, "This is just a fantasy of mine you know? But fine, I'll give you an answer. I didn't say no pleasure, just less. Switch it around basically. So 20% of women can cum from clitoral stimulation alone, but most require vaginal penetration to cum. And strap-ons do exist you know, no reason lesbian's can experience penetration too. Although I suppose if I had my way there would be no real substitute for the real deal. Lesbian's could still eventually get off, but it would never be as easy as with a real cock."

Hanna nodded vigorously, "Excellent ideas Sir. Hold on a moment, let me write something down." She summoned the rulebook and started to frantically write. They saw her do it of course, but thanks to her previous rules they ignored her as she did it.

Old Rule: If a man tells a woman she can't orgasm, or she's not permitted to orgasm, or she must not orgasm or any variation of that sentiment she'll be unable to orgasm until a man tells her she may.

Old Rule: Less than 20% of women are able to achieve orgasm through clitoral stimulation alone. Clitoral stimulation feels good, but nowhere near as good as vaginal stimulation. All women are able to easily orgasm when having vaginal sex with a penis. Penetration with non-penises feels good and can lead to orgasm but it feels nowhere near as good as a penis.

She finished writing and looked up. She'd written old rules so that's how it had always been, their memories were being rewritten to fit the new reality. The man blinked, "What was I saying? Oh...yes. We were talking about how funny it would be if women were able to cum even if I man had forbidden it. Can you believe it? What a world that would be...anyway isn't it a problem that I can tell my girlfriends not to cum but they can ask the neighbour and he can override it? You asked what I'd change, I'd change that. That men can't give a woman permission to cum unless he's fucked them."

Dumb Slut looked shaken, "But what about lesbians? It's already so hard for us to cum, if you did that..."

The man laughed, "Come on, it's just my fantasy. But I guess I'll throw you lezzies a bone, even in my head. I guess I'd make it so asking or receiving permission from another man would be considered cheating, I mean, how is it not? Very few sluts are willing to cheat because we all know what happens to cheaters. Lesbian relationships don't count obviously, so you could continue to ask men for permission without upsetting your partners."

Hanna nodded, thinking that would be a good idea, "That's brilliant sir."

He nodded, "Of course it is. You though, you're a special case. Your single, aren't you?"

Hanna nodded, "Yes, I am." She admitted.

"And so you come here to get your rocks off with men like me. I don't have a problem with it, not really, but as long as you can get off like this you'll never fulfill your purpose and settle down with a man, will you? Big tittied bimbos like you are all sluts after all. I wish I could force you to need a man to cum. No toys, no fingers, just cock," He grinned, "But you should still try. Desperately. In fact men should be able to order to you try."

Hanna gulped, "Y-yes sir. Good idea."

She quietly went back to the rulebook.

New Rule: For women in heterosexual relationships asking a man for permission to cum is considered cheating. Men will not give permission to women they know are in heterosexual relationships and if a woman does get permission from a man who isn't her partner so will be considered to be a cheater if she cums without getting permission from her partner.

New Rule: Hanna Park can only orgasm by vaginal sex with a penis.

New Rule: Men can order Hanna Park to attempt to orgasm without a penis by whatever means they decide and she must attempt to obey.

She put down the pencil. That was it. No more toys. Well, not to completion anyway. She'd miss her toys. Not that they would ever be as good as a real penis.

She looked up at the man. He grinned, "Oh and by the way, you two sluts can't cum. Now I gotta run, pleasure doing business with ya."

He got up and left. Hanna felt the need stirring within her again. She needed cock, and soon.

Master was an option of course, but she didn't want to rely on him that way. Not just yet. She had another target in mind and grinned. She turned to Dumb Slut, "Hey, have you ever played tennis before?"

"Like once, in high school maybe. I was more into soccer actually, not that I was good at soccer either but I could at least-"

Hanna put a finger over Dumb Slut's lips to shut her up, "Better question, want to come to the tennis club with me? I'm a member so I can take a friend."

Dumb Slut's eyes lit up, "A friend? Um. Ya. Sure. I'd love to."

Hanna smile was totally sincere, though not for the reason Dumb Slut thought, "Perfect. Let me just text a friend, we can play doubles."

She had a plan now and win or lose...Hanna was getting fucked.

She took out her phone and messaged Melody, Richard's wife that had played doubles with her last week. She was pleased to get a response right away and after a little back and forth they made plans for later in the day. She looked up at Dumb Slut, "It's done. We play at 5."

"Wow, I'm so excited. Who are we playing? What do I wear? Oh I'm joking of course, I can't take this outfit off. I'll just play with my tits out, no big deal!"

"Wait, crap," Hanna thoguht for a moment, "The dress code...no...you should be fine. The dress code says skirt and no panties...it doesn't say no bodysuits...I think you'll be ok if you can wear a skirt over that."

Dumb SLut shook her head, "Nope. Can't do it."

"Fuck. Well, it'll be fine. I'll get an exemption," She was sure she could convince a man to change the rule for Dumb Slut, "But now I-"

Her phone buzzed, cutting her off. Hanna sighed and looked down at it, "Oh crap...I knew it was coming..."

"What? What is it?" Dumb SLut asked.

"My tattoo...one of my contract conditions. Master has arranged it. I have to go."

"Now? Do you want me to come with you?"

Hanna shook her head, she did not need the talkative bimbo by her side for this, "I'm good. I'll see you at the condo say...330? We can get ready together."

"Okay bestie!" Dumb Slut beamed at her.

Hanna smiled weakly and then hurried out. Luckily the tattoo parlor wasn't far away and Hanna had a nice easy walk there. She entered and saw a heavily tattooed woman sitting at a desk, "Heya, can I help you?" The woman asked.

"I'm Hanna Park, I should have an appointment."

"Ah yeah, with Devon. Just a sec hun, he'll be right out."

Hanna sat down and waited. A few minutes later a man came out from the back room, saw Hanna, and walked over, "Hey, I'm Devon. I understand this is a contract thing, you don't know what you're getting?"

Hanna nodded, "That's right."

"Well, come with me." Devon led her to a chair and motioned for her to sit, which she did. He sat down and as Hanna was looking around at the art on the walls he suddenly snapped a handcuff around her wrist. She jerked her hand back but the other loop was already stuck to the chair.

"Hey! What do you think you are doing sir!" Hanna yelled.

Devon shrugged, "Just following orders. He said you might resist when you find out what is happening."

"This...this is kidnapping. I'll scream...I'll call the police." Hanna said.

Devon seemed unafraid, "And then you won't get your tattoo and you'll be fined $10s of thousands of dollars, right? Just sit tight and I'll release you when I'm done."

Hanna frowned but stopped fighting, "F-fine. What are you doing anyway?"

He pointed to the cuffed hand, "A hand tattoo."

Hanna's eyebrows shot up, "What? No! The deal was the tattoo had to be easily covered with clothing. The hand isn't covered!"

Devon sighed loudly, "I'll give you a minute to call your Master." He got up and walked away.

Hanna struggled to get her phone out of her bag with one hand, but finally managed to call Master.

"Master you cannot tattoo my hand! It's not easily covered with clothing." She yelled as soon as he answered.

"What do you call gloves then?" He asked.

"An accessory!" She shot back immediately, "Not clothes."

"I see it differently. My lawyers do too. Which way do you think a judge will go?" He said, ice in his voice.

Hanna swore under her breath. He was right. She could challenge it in court, but she'd probably lose. "F-fine. Then can I have some money to buy gloves?"

He laughed, "Oh no you dumb slut. Sorry, that's the other one. You're a different kind of slut, aren't you? But no. You may not have money to buy gloves. In fact I forbid you from ever wearing gloves. Of course that power isn't in our little contract, but you know how bad I can make things in you refuse me. Now then, you've interrupted me when I was relaxing. Goodday." He hung up.

Hanna put her phone away and waited for Devon to come back. He said nothing, and she stayed silent. He just grabbed his tools and got to work. She decided not to watch. It hurt, at the same time more and less than she'd expected. She tried to zone out and would successfully do it, only to be jabbed back to reality almost immediately. But eventually it was done.

"Do you want to take a look?" Devon asked.

"I'm going to see it eventually..." Hanna opened her eyes and looked down. Master's words rang in her ears, 'other kind of slut'. There in big bold letters on the back of her right hand was the word Cumslut.

Hanna frowned, but she didn't cry. She was offended by the word like other women might be, but she was a little concerned. Despite all her fantasies, she did enjoy her job. Would anyone take her seriously when she shook their hand and they saw cumslut written on hers?

She felt a flutter in her heart and smiled. No, no they wouldn't. And that was ok. If her hands left a bad first impression, she'd just have to use the rest of her body to make a good second one. It would be fine. Not that she was totally forgiving of Master for pulling that trick on her. She'd never imagined he would pick her hand of all places, and he'd taken advantage of that idea.

"Alright then, uncuff me." Hanna said to Devon.

Devon nodded and released her. She rubbed her wrists and then stood up, "Master already paid you?"

Devon nodded, "Ya but he didn't tip."

Hanna smirked, "Sorry, no cash on me. No tip for you...unless you want to fuck me."

Devon rolled his eyes, "I've got another client coming in. Have a nice day."

Hanna frowned. She was rather offended to have been dismissed so easily. More so because her pussy was begging to be filled and while she'd made it sound casual, she really hoped he'd agree. Perhaps she'd been too casual, but there was no use arguing with him, "Alright. Bye then."

Hanna left the shop and looked down at her hand. Cumslut. She shook her head. That was fine. She needed cum to survive anyway, it was an apt descriptor. She still had some time before tennis, maybe she could find someone to give it to her before then.